Casandra woke up and found herself in a butterfly pink bra with matching thong panties. Strange considering it was the middle of December. All she could remember was a man with a thick wintery jacket that had T-Paradice on its back asking her for directions to the police station. After that everything was blank. "That bastard likely molested me," she thought. "At the very least he saw me naked." As she stood up the clunking sound of her boots offered her a sense of relief. "Thank goodness my tooties are still protected," she smiled. However, she noticed that around the rim of each boot, just above her calf, were little furry balls. "Probably left over from trying to remove them," she thought. To her left, neatly folded were her crime fighting leotard and belt. In a sense of rebellion, she decided to exchange the bra and panties for her leotard. As she moved her hands toward the bra, Casandra looked at her skimpy clothing more carefully and surmised it was made of some sort of Teflon material. She fumbled around feeling for a latchet to unhook the bra and as she tried to find it, she felt a surge of energy on her breasts. "Hmmmmmmm..." quietly hummed the brazier. The feeling was stimulating It was as if Manorman himself were playing with her tits. Casandra's breasts are very sensitive and Manorman often took advantage of their sensitivity when he wanted to make love to her. Even when mad at him, once he got her globes in his hands and began tweaking her nipples she melted under his control. Now, here she was without him and this bra was producing a similar level of arousal in her. Casandra's lip began to quiver as her body responded to the humming bra's manipulations. "Ahhhh! My dear. From that look on your face you obviously enjoy the Astonishbra." blared the loud speaker. "You Bastard!"shouted Casandra in an attempt to regain her composure. "Now! Now! Little lady. Without getting you all juiced up, I'll never get those boots off!" replied a male voice through the loud speaker as he turned up the manipulations on the bra. "Damn it!" whispered Casandra as she realized her opponent's rationale for putting the Astonishbra on her, and could feel the moistness below her abdomen and between her thighs. "Another idiot who plans on tickling my Feet!" She pondered with dread! Casandra could only hope that Manorman was on his way to offer aid. However, this time she was not all that sure if he would save her.

Manorman is Casandra's lover. As crime fighters, they are a terrific pair. Manorman's only significant weakness is that he is a ticklephile and loves tickling women's feet! He also has an insane foot fetish. Casandra is extremely ticklish and has the most shapely feet Manorman has seen. In addition, her love box is as sensitive as her feet and she loves sex! Especially with Manorman because he had a terrific body, was a great lover and she could get him to speed up just when she wanted him to. Typically, Casandra only needed to tell Manorman a true story of her being tickled when she was younger as she and Manorman made love. While in the throes of passion, she would let him service her until she thought she were right on the brink and then she would tell him a tickling story. Manorman would respond as if she had turned on a switch of some type! He would move with such a tremendous rhythm that she often found herself fainting into unconsciousness from the power of her orgasm. Since Manorman loved her so, and because he felt ownership of her perfectly ticklish feet, he designed boots that could only be removed from Casandra by her experiencing an orgasm or by getting on the special bathroom scale located in her apartment. If Manorman were the only person who knew how to remove Casandra's boots, she would never have to worry about having her feet tickled. However, due to sheer luck one of Casandra's foes found out and after that one villian after another had tried to push Casandra to orgasm so that the boots would be unlocked. After unlocking them, a villian only need to tickle her and she would plead like a school girl for them to stop. Typically, Casandra perceived of Manorman as her hero. However, recently their relationship had took a turn for the worst.

The last time they had made love, Manorman had went way too far. He was angry with her for going on a vacation with her sister without telling him. As punishment, he decided to take her feet in his powerful hands when she began telling her tickling story during their love making, hold her feet in the air while he laid between her thighs in the missionary position; and as he came close to orgasm he began running his index finger up and down her arches rather rapidly! Casandra's eyes bulged as the tickling sensation arrived to her brain! "WhHEHEHAT! Arhahahe! DoingkAKAKAKAKA?!" she squirmed as she realized her helplessness. As he continued tickling her and she begged him to stop, Manorman would hear nothing of it. He continued tickling her feet with reckless speed. He found that if he focused on the area immediately under the balls of Casandra's feet, she would reply with a particularly violent laugh. He often would return to this highly sensitive area of hers. Casandra thought she would go into a coma from all the stimulation! As Manorman's fingers stroked her soles, his member throbbed inside her. He had his muscular torso laying atop hers and his massive chest rubbing against hers. She was trapped and the stimulation was delicious in some ways, yet unbearable in others! After Manorman had finally spent himself and stopped stroking her feet, Casandra was angry because he had prevented her orgasm and more importantly had tickled her extremely ticklish feet for the first time since they had become lovers. She thought of the ticklish agony as abuse and as she grabbed her high heels and clothing, she cursed Manorman out while leaving his loft. Now, two days later, she wished that she hadn't because her body was responding to the Astonishbra and she was more than ready to be serviced. "Oh My Gosh!" exclaimed Casandra as the thong panties began to send minute impulses to her love box. "If I orgasm, my feet are exposed!" she contemplated. "Shit! Who are you." she shouted toward the loud speaker.